Just a half an hour up the canyon is a beautiful river, we like to go there on lazy Sunday afternoon's. The boy's play football and the girls hunt for shells, then everyone tries his or her luck at skipping rocks. The river is incredibly tempting and a boy or two always ends up getting wet, we finish our outing with a jug of cool lemonade while we listen to the rush of the water making it's way down the canyon and then head home, worn out, but somehow refreshed by the river.Tuesday, May 5, 2009
The River
I don't know exactly what it is that is so attractive about the water, but we seem drawn to it.
Just a half an hour up the canyon is a beautiful river, we like to go there on lazy Sunday afternoon's. The boy's play football and the girls hunt for shells, then everyone tries his or her luck at skipping rocks. The river is incredibly tempting and a boy or two always ends up getting wet, we finish our outing with a jug of cool lemonade while we listen to the rush of the water making it's way down the canyon and then head home, worn out, but somehow refreshed by the river.
Just a half an hour up the canyon is a beautiful river, we like to go there on lazy Sunday afternoon's. The boy's play football and the girls hunt for shells, then everyone tries his or her luck at skipping rocks. The river is incredibly tempting and a boy or two always ends up getting wet, we finish our outing with a jug of cool lemonade while we listen to the rush of the water making it's way down the canyon and then head home, worn out, but somehow refreshed by the river.
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